It had been a long few days of stress and tears. We had lost a friend, his new car acting up any way the car could creating problem after problem that we had to figure out. We had finally sat down on his couch when he pulled off his shirt asking me to scratch his back. My normal enthusiasm was long gone from another mentally exhausting day and I accidentally let out a groan but still complied with his request. ‘I should only be thankful he is letting me touch him.’ I hear myself think.
“What’s wrong?” He inquired with actual concern rather than his usual rhetoric. “Nothing, really. Just tired today.” He knew how tired I was after working mornings, in mourning and using the rest of my mental capacity on helping him solve his issues with the vehicle. After a few moments he asked “where do you want a back rub, bedroom or couch?” Normally this question meant I was in for a little teasing but I pushed the thought out of my mind, figuring we were both too tired for play. “Bedroom. It’s easier on your knees.” I was thinking of his needs as well mine, something a good girl should always do.
I was walking towards to bedroom with full expectations of a simple back rub. Nothing to suspect any type of funny business until I bent down while sliding my pants off and he took his two hands in my hair and pushed me to my knees in front of him. He was already growing in front of my face and I could never resist the opportunity to have him in my mouth. “That’s a good girl.” His voice hoarse and low. “My little slut sucking me so good.” His words fueled my enthusiastic actions ten fold and began working harder feeling his hardness thicken. Opening my mouth a little wider to let him all the way in and spittle drips from the corners of my mouth. “On the bed, now.” He commands while pulling the rest of my clothes over my head and tossed them to the floor. I hardly had time to anticipate what happened next before his mouth found my sensitive skin down below and gasped loudly.
As I was being brought to the first peak of orgasm by his tongue he shoved this two fingers into my mouth and I automatically began sucking and licking them in earnest. With my spit all over them he brought them down by his face and replaced his tongue with his fingers. A shockingly loud sound came from my mouth and his voice cut through it saying “Shut the fuck up. I need a woman to sit on your face to shut you up.” “I’m s-s sorry I c-can’t be quiet.” I was so close to orgasm I could only stutter my apology. His eyes burned into mine while standing up right and growled “What? I don’t speak slut.” With one solid motion he entered my wetness with intent to hurt. My face scrunched up in pain of the harsh intrusion and held back a scream.
His laughter at my pain was enough to make me climax again. “Oh came again, did we, slut?” He bent over me, my legs on his shoulders as he thrust further into me. Bending me so my legs almost touched my chest and I let out a cry. Tears began to swell as my forced my body to stretch from his weight on me. Even with my eyes closed I could feel his eyes burning and set on mine. I didn’t need the gift of sight to know it was real. Behind my tightly shut eyes I had fireworks going off at the pain and arousal of him using me as his fucktoy. Suddenly, with more gusto than I thought I had, I opened my eyes to meet his smoldering gaze and said “choke me.” The smile that he gave me stopped my heart. The evil smile of a sadist being challenged. He narrowed his eyes at me, stopped every muscle in his body of their previous actions and the atmosphere of the room stilled in dangerous wait.
“What did you just say to me, whore?” He demanded.
I lifted my chin a few degrees in defiance and replied “I said choke me.”
The sound that came from him was more of a growl than I’ve ever heard an animal give and all my resolve melted. ‘Oh fuck. What have I done?’ My inner brat laughs and my body cowered into the sheets away from him. Reaching for my throat he pulled me towards him and my now the fireworks are all I see again. I can recognize his face inching closer to mine as the darkness starts to envelop my vision when he whispers in my ear. “That isn’t how you talk to me, is it, cunt?” “No, Boss, I’m sor-.” My voice doesn’t sound like mine. Higher pitched and broken with his strong hand around my throat. He doesn’t let up on it even after my admission. “You’re so fucking useless and I’ll fuck you like you are. My dumb, stupid, wet slut.” His words echoed my mind and sent shivers right through to my pussy making me even wetter at his degradation. My lungs are burning as my hand flopped onto the bed beside my body signaling I’ve given up any fight I had left. Black. Dark fuzziness in the back of my skull and I’m drifting…
Suddenly. Air. Life. Breath. A quick slap followed the air being sucked into my lungs and I am once more aware of the room. Of him. Except now he had my anal plug in his one hand and lubing it up with the other. The sweet feeling of pain returned as he inserts it into my untouched hole. Slowly twisting the tip to stretch me open and with one solid push it was in. “What a champ. Not even a word spoken. That’s a good girl.” His hand brushed my hair back and another quick slap on my cheek for good measure. “Ride me. Let me see that ass bounce.”
I’ve been reduced to whimpering and noises instead of words and I climb onto of him eagerly to comply with his demand. Facing away from him I started to move up and down and grinding until I heard him moan and I picked up the pace. Sensing my own build up with both my holes being filled was a mindblowing experience. My body began to clench around his cock and he grabbed my hips to quicken my pace. Every thrust harder and deeper. Every second was one in ecstacy. I just couldn’t keep quiet anymore and I screamed out as another climax ripped through me. He physically pushed me off of him as he mounted me from behind to push my body down into the bed with the weight of his. In this position I could feel the plug being pushed a little farther into my ass and his cock filled up my pussy. His mouth and teeth found my shoulder muscle, biting and tugging at it to cause me to squeal in pain. He never stopped at just one bite and he moved his teeth up my neck and clamped down again. I could feel his tongue play with my skin as he put my body through pain and passion. “My good slut. My good girl taking it as she should.” His words sounded so far away from me as I experienced another earth shattering orgasm. “I love being your slut, Boss!” I screamed aloud and his laugh came through my blissful haze as I lay underneath him.
Tracing his tongue from my shoulder to my ear lobe, I shiver. His teeth found their way to my skin again and growled so primal like. I cowered again but could go nowhere to escape him. He was still inside me when he said in his low and threatening voice, “keep your plug in until you’re home, understand?” I whimpered my response back to him, completely defeated. The low chuckle sent me over the edge again as I spasamed around his hardness again.
“Get up. Get dressed. Go home.” He whispered softly in my ear and showered me with kisses. “You need sleep.” With very shaky legs I did my best to get up and follow his instructions. Lost in the bliss of ebbing pain in my muscles and pulsating clitoris in my soaked panties I stumbled to the door and out to my car. I was directed to text him when I got home and did so as soon as I entered my own apartment. The fog had somewhat subsided in my mind when I realized something. “I never got you off tonight, Boss. I’m sorry.” I quickly texted. His reply was enough to send butterflies through me: “Tonight wasn’t about me.”
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